Cleaning the dusty glass opened the expanse of the skies and water.
I set the print in archival picture corners and backed the work with museum grade foam board.
The note on its tattered backing paper is made in pencil, in a nice cursive:
Qu'Appelle ValleyOct. 10th, 1955
Thanksgiving
The image, the old frame, the aging and the note have pushed me to a melancholic trip in time.
The effects of the research were very interesting but did not f ill with optimism.
Qu'Appelle is merely a shadow of its vibrant past.
Once a town with commercial viability and successful farming community is now almost gone back to the land.
Once ruthlessly taken from the Cree, it is now a refuse of our industrial civilized efforts. The Laws of Entropy in all natural manifestations.
It is definitely one of the places I would like to visit, but it may not take place in this life...
